Chapter 4 — From Noodles to Glory

I closed the computer. Close your eyes. Three years ago, he asked me to resign, saying: "You don't need to work anymore, I'll take care of you." Three years later I found out... He wasn't raising me. He is raising a free archive of documents. I didn't expose him right away. Not because of hesitation, but because the time is not right. Now that he exposes it, he will make excuses, argue, and drag his mother-in-law to put pressure on her. But in my hand, besides the login history, there is still nothing that can be a fatal blow. I need more. That night, Chu Han came home and rarely ate with his mother-in-law. At the dinner table, Luu Phuong kept praising him. "You said your son has a future. Such a big project can be achieved, becoming a director is only a matter of time." "Mom, it's still early, the project has just started." Chu Han's mouth was humble, but his face was full of complacency. "Ah yes, wife..." He suddenly turned to me. "Next week the company has a project launching ceremony, the person from Party A of Tri Vien Group will also come. I'll help you prepare a little, at that time you may need to bring your family to attend." "Bring me?" "Yes, in an official case, bring your wife along, it looks more mature. Dress a bit more neatly, don't dress too casually." I picked up a chopstick of vegetables. "Okay." He smiled, seemingly very satisfied with my cooperative attitude. "That's right. Ah yes, your period is almost over, right? When it's over, I'll make you a beauty card and take care of it a bit.” “Thank you.” Maybe he thinks I'm softening up. He didn't know I had been waiting for that very case. Tri Vien Group. Truong Loi. My old side A. In the following days, I took care of the children during the day, waited for everyone to sleep in the evening, and then turned on the computer to work. From one o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the morning is the time that belongs to me. My daughter woke up twice at night to breastfeed. I used all the space in between to rearrange my work, review data, and adjust customer relationships. On the fifth day, Dao Vi helped me get something more important. "I got a copy of the bidding plan for the 'North Pole Light' project of Chu Han company." "How did you get it?" "Truong Loi gave it to me. He is the appraiser of side A, in his hand he has copies of the plans of all the bidding units. I said Niem Bach factory wants to cooperate again, he sent it to me without saying a word." "He doesn't suspect?" "He just I know I'm the contact person for Niem Bach factory, I don't know who you are. I said we were researching market competitors, he gave it to me." I opened the plan. Flip to the visual design section. At the first sight, my blood seemed to run cold. Color scheme — identical to the visual system I did for a luxury brand three years ago. Layout structure — my design habits, my ordering logic, my font preferences. There are even two images that have the same layout as the original files in my archive, just with the elements and content changed. Not for reference. Not learning. It's copying. On the last page of the plan, the design team column writes a name. Luong Uyen. Person in charge of visual design: Luong Uyen. I stared at that name for a long time. It turns out that's it. He stole my work, gave it to her, so she could present it to Party A as her own work. And after they got the project, they wanted to go back together so I could cook for her. Use my design to win the bid, use my labor to celebrate. From beginning to end, I was the one being exhausted. It's just that before, I was squeezed for time and energy. Now even his work and talent have been stolen by him. "To Niem? Are you still there?" Dao Vi's message popped up. "Still." "What do you think?" I saved the screenshot of the plan and closed the file. "Can you help me make an appointment with Truong Loi?" "What are you going to do with him?" "Tell me."

I... the owner of the Niem Bach factory wanted to meet him personally." "Where?" "Right at the launching ceremony of Chu Han's project." On the day of the end of my period, I went to the hospital for a follow-up check-up. The wound healed well, my body indicators were normal. The doctor said I recovered quite well, but told me not to work too hard. After leaving the hospital, I did three things. First, went to the hairdresser. My long hair that had not been properly cared for for three years was cut into a neat, short hairstyle. Second, buy a set of clothes. It's not expensive, but the cut is nice, it looks very spirited. Third, go to the bank to check the account in your name. Even though Niem Bach's workshop hasn't had any new projects in the account, the last payments and previous copyright income are still flowing in. The total balance of the investment assets is nine hundred and thirty thousand, but it's enough for me to do a lot of things me. "Oh, you know how to do makeup?" "Yes, next week Chu Han asked me to participate in his company's activities." "Then you really should prepare properly. Look at your previous appearance, your hair is messy, it doesn't look like your future boss." I smiled a bit, but didn't answer. Chu Han came home that night, saw I changed my hairstyle, and clearly stopped. "Are you going to get your hair done today?"